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Sunday, June 04, 2006

Kasturi Kannadada Nammooru

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(Sachin wrote about Bombay in his blog and invited his readers to write about their cities and so.....)

"Kasturi kannadada nammooru" is a line from a song from an old Kannada movie. It refers to Mysore, the "home of Kannada", and Kannada itself is compared to the exquisite, aromatic (and rare?) Kasturi, or Musk. And Mysore is my home.

Chamundi hills as seen from across the kukkarahalli tank in Mysore

Having said that, the lines that really remind me of Mysore nowadays are those from the American serial of the 80s,'Cheers'.

"Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name
And they are always glad you came"


Because that is exactly what I feel when I go to Mysore. Mysore is not a town. It is and has been for a long time, a city. It was after all the capital of the princely state of the same name, the home of the Kings of Mysore, the home of the first University in what is now Karnataka, and the cultural capital of the state. But it has retained one characteristic of a small town: In Mysore, people know each other. Once when visiting Delhi, to prove the point to a friend, I had posted a letter with just my father's name and the pin code written on it and and it had reached him.

The moment I arrive on the railway platform in Bangalore central station I recognize a few Mysoreans. Throughout my stay, I meet people who have known me from childhood, and who make me feel as if seeing me was the best thing that happenend to them in recent days. The morning after I arrive, I go to the neighbouring Kukkarahalli tank for a walk. My parents warn me not to take too long, standing around talking to everyone I meet. And sure enough, I meet my old doctor, a friend's mother, my father's friend...., who greet me with 'Anu....! I knew it was you, even from that distance....when did you come..?" On the way back, I go to the Kannan shop on the next road, to be greeted with the warmest smile and "How are you, how is your son?" In the evening as I walk to a music concert the girl who sells flowers under the tree in the corner, calls out across the street "akka..chennaagideera?"(Sister, are you doing well?). In the concert hall, by the time the artists arrive, my jaws are aching due to all the smiles.

Early morning at kukkarahalli tank

I have a strong feeling that the Yellow pages have no use in Mysore. The paediatrician is your cousin. The dentist is the sweet and gentle young lady just round the corner. Have to get the compound repaired? Call your old friend, he got some work done just the other day and said they did an excellent job. Want to buy a new fridge? Another friend offers to take you to the new big showroom, her old student works there and will even get you a discount...... That is Mysore for you.

The interesting thing is that it was my anonymity in a new country that appealed to me most when I first went to live in Singapore. I could wear any weird dress and cut my hair any length. I could sit all alone in a cafe and sip my tea and read my book. I once walked from the mall to my house with my eyes closed and my six year old son leading me by the hand, just because he wanted to know how it worked. I would have felt rather awkward doing that in Mysore. Yet it is to bask in the warmth of familiarity that I wish to return to Mysore again and again.

Migratory birds on the island in the middle of the tank

I leave it to the tourist and the weekend visitor to describe the popular sights of the city. But when I close my eyes and think of Mysore what comes to mind is this: The smell of Jasmine and the peaceful summer evenings of my childhood; The sound of rain water on the coconut fronds and the "Oh why cant we bottle it?" smell of the earth; The lovely contrast of red gulmohars against the rain filled dark grey clouds; the most glorious colours of the sky as I walk towards the sunset from Kuvempunagar; the bright translucent yellow of the hundreds of fallen flowers on swimming pool road, as the rays of the setting sun streaks through them; The first glimpse of the Chamundi hills in the distance as the train approaches Mysore which brings a lump to my throat - well, that is my Mysore.

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  • At 1:06 PM, Blogger Trevor Penn said…

    From what i've heard, Mysore is the most preferred "city" to settle down these days... The tank and it's surrounds are really picturesque

     
  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger Deepak said…

    Mysore definitely rocks.
    Call it a resistance to change, but I liked KukkurahaLLI kere before they made the neat jogging track around it.

     
  • At 2:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    beautifully written....u make me miss hoe m=now...home being bhilai...a small town in Chattisgarh...

    I can completely relate to sending letters written with just the name and pincode too....

    its a place where everyone knows everyone...everytime I go back I am conscious of how simple life can be and is, and how utterly comlicated we make it in big cities...

    Home is always home!!

     
  • At 9:20 PM, Blogger starry said…

    I remember a number of visits to Mysore, especially seeing the Brindavan gardens. made me nostalgic reading this post, it transported me back to my home in Bangalore.

     
  • At 11:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Nice post! I grew up in Veraval, a small coastal town in Gujarat, famed for the historical "Somnath Temple"! It is (or at least used to be!) a pretty nondescript small town with no great qualities, except that for me it was home. I realised how much it meant to me when I went to Ahmedabad for college studies. Though I loved the big city I used to love coming home to, as u have said, a place where at any given point of time there are 5 people around who know u! I remember when I used to come home from the hostel I used to reach early in the morning by bus or train and it was so lovely to catch a glimpse of the familiar factory chimney as we neared the town!
    It was a dusty, smelly disorganised little town, but I loved it! Still do....

     
  • At 1:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    If Shruthi, who goes to mysore once in few months is called Frequent Traveller, what about people like me who visit every weekend !!

    Having our house barely a kilometer from the foot steps of the Hills, I always feel very lucky! Its exactly why we left open the back yard of our first floor so that we can have a look at the hills first thing in the morning! Hills during mist, during rain, during sunset, during Dasara, view of Palace from the Hills, birds-view of Mysore from the top,cool breeze on your face in between main Gopura and Garba Gudi when you visit the temple on winter mornings....i can go on and on ! I am one of those lucky chaps who studied in Mysore staying in Hostel and eventually settled there! Have seen from a hostelier point of view ( Driving around with friends, visiting Chamundi hills before n after exams/results, late night film shows, Dhaba visits, bike trips ) and seeing Mysore now by having a place of stay there and looking forward for every friday evening just go there ...

    Shops close in the afternoon, DD Urs road closes at 9, harldy a soul on the road on sundays, big circles and more important takes less than 15 mins to get out of the city wherever you are !!

    I can go on and on! If only some more companies open up there and I can go back permanently.....No, let Mysore be Mysore and its fine even if I can travel only on weekends :) [ Yes, its selfishness but who is not?! ]

     
  • At 2:25 AM, Blogger Anu said…

    seashells, Yes, I believe so. There was a time when Bangaloreans made fun of Mysore as a 'sleepy city', 'retired people's paradise' and so on, but now everyone has realised it is indeed paradise, and even people who have no work or family in Mysore are buying properties there!

    deppe, It was good in one way, but the we had to walk only on the tank bund, now we can get a little closer to the birds, see the tank from all directions, dont you think? Are you from Mysore?

    Chandni, thankyou! yes Bhilai is like an extended township of the steel plant, right? more reson for everyone to everyone else! And yes, home is blissfully home!

    Starry nights, Who knows we may have met sometime on the strrets of Mysore?

    Thankyou Rajani,, the sight of the chimneys symbolised home for you! And dont you feel you can remember every patch of grass on the road in front of your house?

    Prashant, I called Shruthi the weekend visitor, and you, I think cannot be called that. Shall we say you live in Mysore and visit Bangalore for work? Yes, I could go on and on too, writing this post was rather difficult for me because I wanted to write so much but yet had to restrict the length. You are indeed lucky to have the hills right behind your house. When my parents built our house, we could see the hills from the front door, but we cant anymore. Not just because of the other houses, but I suspect, because coconut trees in all the houses have grown so tall!

     
  • At 3:39 AM, Blogger Swathi Sambhani aka Chimera said…

    beautiful, beautiful
    I think everyone has similar feelings for their hometown but yeah urz sounds too sweet (n i jus loved the fotos)

     
  • At 5:53 AM, Blogger Viky said…

    Mysore cannot be experienced in holidays or weekends. Like a creeper growing and encircling the staff, you have to live, and grow with Mysore to experience it. You have to be with the ajjis who have seen you from the time you were soooo small, where the maid who works in your house is your family maid, your ajji had "recruited" her mother.

    When you go on an evening walk, and the poojari of the Ram mandir, stops and chats with you, and moves on saying there is a pooja at 5 next morning, that's Mysore for you. When you walk a little ahead and the librarian says he has the latest copy of "Kasturi" or "Mayura", that's Mysore for you. When the milkman sees you on a walk, and delivers an extra half litre without being asked, that's Mysore for you.

    Mysore is when you board a bus at the bus-stand and conductor-uncle gives you a ticket without asking. Mysore is when you collect little red 'gulganji' seeds on your way back home from KukkarahaLLi lake. Mysore is when you come by the Tippu express, and you find someone going in your direction to drop you off.

    Mysore is when elephants are marched in from the forests for Dussehra. Mysore is when you wait for your copy of "Star of Mysore". Mysore is when the English movies are only at Rajkamal. Or Sterling. Mysore is when you look for your KEB uncle to book tickets at Woodlands. Mysore is when there are student body elections in Sarada-Vilas. Mysore is the eternal SJCE-NIE feud. Mysore is when Jayciana is. Mysore is when you got your project report bound at Venkateshwara Binders in Saraswatipuram.

    Mysore is having grape juice at RTO circle. Mysore is buying vegetables at Agrahara. Mysore is buying plantain leaves in NanjumaLige, savoring the aroma of the agarbatti factory behind. Mysore is eating ice-creams at Penguin. Mysore is eating dosa at Mylari Hotel. Mysore is having biriyani early in the morning, near Philo's church. Mysore is drinking sugarcane juice near kukkarahaLLI lake. Mysore is munching corn-on-the-cob in the palace foreground.

    Mysore is when I grew up in Mysore. My Mysore.

    Mysore before GRS, before the underbridge in front of Saraswatipuram Fire Brigade, before Infosys, before Ring-Road. Those who grew up in that Mysore, will relate to me more than those who came to Mysore, for a three-month stint in Infy. Than those, who think Mysore is a good place to invest. Than those, who think chilling out in Mysore is just CCD or Pizza Corner. Oh, How they misunderstand my pretty home !!!

     
  • At 9:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Too good Viky! When I was reading about grape juice near RTO I was thinking whether you have written aout Mylari and you didn't fail me ( No Mysoreans should do that imo !! )
    Sipping the juice or mix ( for the uninitiated its a mix of Grape juice and Badam milk - a strange but a wonderful combination ) just after finishing exams, the talk inevitably centered around answers to the questions and one could hear quite a few people saying ( including self ) 'tu, adeno answer adakke, nan magandu naanu yeno bardu bandanallo' or 'Aidhane question answer madtha ero haage kittukondu bitta kano' or 'yav baddimaklu set madtaro ee papers na...ondadru question full answer madakke aagatta nodu..ellinda bartaro namma prana tinakke' !

    Thanks Anu for some reminding wonderful memories!

     
  • At 9:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It was great to read your blog !!!

     
  • At 10:38 AM, Blogger Shankar said…

    came here thorough comment on my blog....my parents are also from mysore and all their feelings about mysore is superlative...nice roads, best memories and yes, best people.

     
  • At 7:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    oh my god!! U know it..
    yes yes its the same!!

    ahem, pardon the enthusiasm...err..most ppl I know either have very bad geography and dont know it,or have worse geography and think its in Bihar!

    :D

     
  • At 9:51 PM, Blogger rajeev said…

    Nice to belong to such a lovely place !!
    Thx for sharing. Makes me feel like visiting home again soon.

     
  • At 10:44 PM, Blogger PRIDERA said…

    I don't know what to say ... you have almost summed everything about mysore. Being from Mysore myself, I can relate to every single sentence here and etch to savor the same again and again. There is an old world charm to our city. But I am told by my parents that the innocence of the city is gradually being disturbed... and it bothers me :(

     
  • At 12:25 AM, Blogger Anil Jagalur said…

    Great!

    Viky played the violin accompaniment which made the whole more than the sum of its parts! Great, Viky!

    Did the two of you miss out anything at all?

    Another line from the song mentioned by Anu sums it all up: "Rasajeevi Neenaagu Ba" - cme to Mysore to become a rasajeevi.

     
  • At 2:32 AM, Blogger Rose said…

    WOW!!! Its amazing.. Few ppl outside Karnataka knw of its beauty.. wil make sure i visit it some time..

    "Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name
    And they are always glad you came".. Hmm.. Sumtimes I wana to go to a plc where not a soul wud recognize me.. Wher i can take a deep breathe, drown into the crowd and float away in my thoughts.. Just me and the rhythm of my breathing..

    :)

    ..Me

     
  • At 3:15 AM, Blogger Anu said…

    Swathi, Thankyou!!

    Viky, Oh my! You have written so beautifully, I wish I had written it myself! :)))
    So many things could actually have been written by me!
    Except that, instead of maid, I would have said milk maid. The boy who brings the milk(on a swanky scooter now) sees us one morning and tells his grandmother who promptly sends more milk the next morning.
    Once my sister and I got into the auto while busy chatting. Half way home I asked her if she had told the address to the driver. The driver promptly said "gotthu bidi nimma mane" and brought us home.
    If you collected gulganji on the way home from k.kere, you must have lived in Jayalakhmi puram?
    When I was a kid, English movies were in Shalimar and Ganesha (with a proper "Shuklambaradaram Vishnum" beginning.)
    For me grape juice was at the gate of Mysore bus stand opposite Geetha book house- a special treat from mom if I had been good while she shopped. Cane juice was at the Maharaja hostel corner and icecream? At Phalamrutha.
    The essence of Mysore was the concerts at Bidaram Krishnappa Ramamandira where you met the same people those nine days every year during Ramanavami and the the sweet old toothless ajji made a place for me next to her and enquired what class I was in that year!
    Thankyou for all that you have written!

     
  • At 3:36 AM, Blogger rajeev said…

    I read the post before seeing your comment on mine. Thats because I subscribe to your blog using www.bloglines.com and wait eagerly for any new posts to show up. Keep them coming .

     
  • At 3:52 AM, Blogger Anu said…

    Anonymous, haha Thankyou! And did you eat churmuri in a conical paper cup?

    Nagraj, Thankyou!:)

    Shankar, You are welcome! I remember visiting your blog long ago when I was novice at blogging. Now with about a dozen posts to my credit, I consider myself a veteran!:) Have you been to Mysore?

    Chandni, It helps that a couple of uncles worked in the steel plant, but I like to think that I would have known about it anyway. Didnt we all study about Bhilai steel plant in school? along with Jamshetpur, chittaranjan loco works, coach facory in perumbur...;)

    rajeev, thankyou. Yes. read about someone's town and their love for it, and you feel homesick too right?

    pridera, I knew, you would be happy to read this post. Infact thought of leaving a note in your blog, but then I knew you would visit anyway. yes, you are right. The steel, glass and neon fronts of shops under the beautiful buildings of old architecture are heartwrenching and and a symbol of this change:(

    Anil, Yess!

    Rose, Mysore is just one part of the beauty. Do visit! hahha about not wanting a soul to recognise you! I have written about it in the post too.

     
  • At 5:45 AM, Blogger Deepak said…

    No I'm not from Mysore but have spent a substantial proportion of my Marchs, Aprils and Octobers there. And someone who really hopes it won't go the bangalore way.

     
  • At 6:32 AM, Blogger Inder said…

    Beautiful post!
    Seems Mysore is a great place. May be, I will post on Pondicherry one of these days... People from all over India and away, nice beach, stumbling on ministers and bureaucrats at random places, all you have to do is invite and the CM would attend your family function - Pondicherry is indeed a nice place to live.

     
  • At 7:17 AM, Blogger direkishore said…

    wonderful! thats a brilliant post!

     
  • At 8:07 AM, Blogger PRIDERA said…

    Viky,
    How sweetly have you summed up "Our home - Mysore" ... I am deeply impressed ! As for the favourites, its definitely Phalamruta for the Fruit Salad, Sunil Book house for 2nd hand Engg books, "Chat - Masala/ Pani Puri" near St.Mary's Convent, Dosa at GTR and Malai Sandwich at Dharwad Bakery !
    How I miss my home today !

     
  • At 12:44 PM, Blogger Anu said…

    Rajeev, That is really nice to know!:)

    deppe, Ahh.... the typical Mysore grandchild!

    Inder, Thankyou! Yes, Why dont you write about Pondicherry, I have been there and it is definetely very different from any city in India.

    Direkishore, Thankyou!

    Pridera, how come no one is talking about churmuri?

    Albino_black_sheep, Thanks, I should read your post. Let me see if th blog is kind to me this time. Which is your home town? Hvnt read wind in the willows. Why no mangoes this year?

     
  • At 3:27 AM, Blogger Author said…

    Anu,
    great post. I guess anyone who has even been in Mysore and now outside, can not resist being nostalgic about the wonderful place.
    Viky,
    Great comment. You made me so nostalgic that I had to dig one of my old articles and post it on my blog here (http://shas3n.blogspot.com/2006/06/foodie-niean.html) to overcome the feeling of missing so many great things.

     
  • At 6:23 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    nice post anu. the picture of the migratory birds is really beautiful.

    anu decided to restrict the length of the post and so didnt write so many other things.. anyway vicky has completed it in a very interesting manner! good vicky !

    mysore is growing... i just hope it will retain its charm.
    i dread me describing the glory of mysore in past tense to my grand children (just as my father describes the past glory of bangalore to HIS grand children)-

     
  • At 8:29 AM, Blogger Sachin said…

    Anu, thank you!!! Through your experiences I got a little closer to my native land. Though am from Karnatake myself (Mangalore to be precise), I have never had the opportunity to even visit Mysore.

    Personally, I believe that to experience a city / town, one has to forgo the public attractions and concentrate more on just living life as the common native does. Thats when you actually get to know the beauty of the place. The simple things in life and nature are always the best.

    Even in Mumbai, in spite of it being such a busy city, one can step back for a moment and take in the atmosphere. And thats where the charm lies.

    Btw, Viky, your comment was superlative. Spoken like a true Mysorean!!!!!!

    Anu, keep blogging!!!

     
  • At 8:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I have been to Mysore onc and loved it. It has that old world charm and the people were friendly too.

    Nicely written, now should I write about Delhi?

     
  • At 3:14 PM, Blogger Id it is said…

    Mysore must be a beautiful place! Thanks for sharing.

     
  • At 1:33 AM, Blogger GuNs said…

    Dont we all love to come back to our homes. Makes me wonder how so many people can immigrate to other countries and spend their entire lives there. It seems like an impossible proposition to me at least !!

    Great post !

    -PeAcE
    --WiTh
    ---GuNs

     
  • At 2:31 AM, Blogger Junius said…

    nice fotos.

     
  • At 6:21 AM, Blogger Anu said…

    Albino_black_sheep, ok will definetely make an effort to get it and read it. OH no alphonsos in US? They have come to UK. I assumed they are exported everywhere.

    Shastri, Thankyou. Will get to your article soon.

    Bru, Thanks, I dread that too!

    Sachin,You're right. I have a rule. If you want to know the place, take the public transport.

    Confused, people are indeed nice. Like your truly:)
    Yes, write about Delhi!

    id it is, Welcome

    guns, yes. For that real warmth, it has to be home. The subject you have raised - why people emigrate - needs a series of posts of its own!:)

    endevourme, Thankyou!

     
  • At 7:55 AM, Blogger Viky said…

    @Anu: Sorry for not having come here a bit earlier. The last few days were a tad too busy. You said you could have written so many things yourself. You know, you should have. This is what happens when you try to talk about Mysore, and leave it unfinished. Anyway, I'm glad to have taken the thing further.

    @Pridera: You realise the value of a thing when you are far away from it. So today if I feel so passionate about Mysore, its because I am far away from it. How I envy my friends who go home by the Friday evening 6:15 train and come back either on Sunday by Thanjavur Exp or on Monday morning. For an account of how Mysore received me when I came on vacation, visit http://vikasshankar.blogspot.com/2006/04/homecoming.html

    @Shastri: Nostalgia and memories, those are all that are left at the end of the day, no? Those four years in your life will henceforth be referred to in one word as engineering, but the life in those four years cannot be captured in any number of words.

    @Bru: Thanks for the kind words. I am glad Anu left it that way, or I wouldn't have been able to do it.

    @Sachin: Wish I had come across your blog earlier, I would have liked to do this myself. Now I will let it be, for another time. Converting my comments into posts is becoming a habit, and I will restrain myself. Glad to know this started off with you.

    And yes, nobody talked about the Churumuri at Saradavilas college. BTW, the fact that churmuri is truly mysorean is reflected in churumuri.wordpress.com where Mysore's famous children like TS Satyan, Bhamy V Shenoy and TJS George muse aloud.

     
  • At 8:52 PM, Blogger Mysorean said…

    If I didn't leave a comment here, I wuold be betraying myself more than anybody else!

    Anu, what a wonderful post! I could relate to each and every word out there! For some tech reason, the photos didn't load onto my page, but don't worry each of those are etched in my heart forever. Anything about Mysore and I can visulaize it immediately.

    Viky, Oh my Goodness! What a comment! I had to read it twice. Because the first time I started reading it, my eyes moistened half way through. Amazing comment!

    I am overjoyed that there are so many people who share the same (if not more) feeling towards My Mysore. Our Mysore.

    Just to quote a few words from Viky's comment which made me really go "Yeah man, so true!":
    "Mysore before GRS, before the underbridge in front of Saraswatipuram Fire Brigade, before Infosys, before Ring-Road. Those who grew up in that Mysore, will relate to me more than those who came to Mysore, for a three-month stint in Infy. Than those, who think Mysore is a good place to invest. Than those, who think chilling out in Mysore is just CCD or Pizza Corner. Oh, How they misunderstand my pretty home!!!"

     
  • At 3:30 PM, Blogger Shark said…

    Oh My! wonderful post!
    I got Vikys comment as a forward... and Now I know how he got to say what he said :)

    Our Mysore... lovely place, to say the least :)

     
  • At 1:39 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    An excellent post... I felt each word of it.

     
  • At 1:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Excellent blog Anu and equally good comment Viky. I can totally empathize on each and every word written in the blog. I got to read this first through Adi's Blog. Thanks to him :). Mysore has always been our first love.

    The richness of this city lies in the culture, education and social values it offers you. The parents don't have to put in any extra efforts to make a child socially, culturally and educationally responsible... the city takes care of it :).
    The most amazing feature of our Mysore is its simplicity, for which i will always be grateful. It thought me how to live and think simple. I feel its an amazing influence the city can have on its residents.

     
  • At 5:30 AM, Blogger Avinash said…

    When I was studying there 6 yrs back, I felt it was a sleepy little town. Devraj Urs road would be the same on Sunday and Bharat Bandh .. ;).. but being in Bangalore now, I feel that was heaven. eega haegide?

     
  • At 8:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    NostalgicMysorean Says:

    September 1st, 2006 at 2:23 pm
    Surely I must say this sums up the Mysore I lived in from 1948 to 1965.
    Everything mentioned there is perfectly true and as a true blue Mysorean of that vintage,I relished.Yes-it was before Infosys,before ring road,Underbridge opp to fire brigade etc etc.
    Definitely it was when mango trees were aplenty beyond the present 8th main,Saraswathipuram,when we bought vegetables by plucking straight from the plants at KG Koppal gardens, when the milk lady used to vend curds too from house to house,when one could eat Masala Dose and coffe for 25paise[16p+9p] at bahattara hotel opp uppar hostel,when one could watch English movies and British Movietone news reel at Ganesh talkies for 63paise,when we used to walk from sarswatipuram to ‘city’ ,watch USIS documentary films at Maharaja high school,when we ate Baby Masale at hotel opp NIE etc etc. I can write a book itself!
    Oh,those were the days

     
  • At 10:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    It has to be the most wonderful place in India. You can feel your blood pressure drop as soon you step off the Shatabdi Express.

     
  • At 1:43 PM, Blogger Sumana said…

    Ah wonderful, nice to read about so many mysore lovers feeling the same. I lived in mysore for a long time. Recently my parents had to sell our good old home to settle down in bangalore. I miss mysore then on.Reading this far away from the good old mysorru brings back wonderful memories. Thanks for raking the old leaves.
    Sumana

     
  • At 8:07 AM, Blogger SURISHOT said…

    Being a born Dharwadi another great town in Karnataka, Mysore is my second home, where I spent best years of my life and met best of friends and people . It was nice reading about Mysore

     
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